Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
REX
My beautiful baby girl stares up at me, mouth agape, as she reaches out her hand. Her actions say she doesn’t believe I actually exist. Poor, na?ve, little girl.
I grab her hand in my grasp, noting the tremble to her fingers. “Shhhhh, love. I got you.”
“I... How? Did- did you know?”
The officiant leans over, a wide grin on his face. “Some pairings seem downright mythical, don’t they? The genetic selection committee is a thing of beauty. I take it you two know each other?”
“We do,” I growl, my gaze never leaving Stephanie.
“Ahh. Kismet. I love it. I still have to do the ceremony, though. If it’s okay with you both, I’d like to proceed.”
“Please. And do hurry. If you have a shorter version, I’d much appreciate that. It’s time I start truly living with the omega made for me.”
Such a pretty blush flushes her cheeks as she tries to look away. But I don’t let her. Not now. Not when I’m this close to possessing her in every way possible.
I squeeze the tiny omega’s hand, giving her what strength I’m able to, urging her gaze back to mine. Her expression is unreadable, but that doesn’t matter. Once she’s in heat and I claim her, I’ll know all her secrets.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together to watch as I join this Alpha and omega together in holy matrimony. Remember, though this is only for six months, it is a legally binding marriage.”
“That means you’re mine, little Stephanie,” I purr, running my thumb over her knuckles. “All mine.”
Her eyes bulge out a little as she swallows. To be fair, she probably had no idea how I felt about her. Not to this extent. This is quite possibly the biggest shock of all.
“Yes. Well,” the officiant clears his throat. “May I present to you, Rex Rothsbourne, whom you already apparently know. What his friends and family would like you to know-”
“I’m sure she knows me well enough by now,” I interject. “What isn’t covered in the tabloids, she’ll soon find out.”
“Please,” the officiant whines. “I’m just doing my job.”
With a heavy sigh, I reach into my breast pocket and pull out a few larger bills. “How much is speeding this up worth to you? I have quite the honeymoon planned.”
My friends and family laugh, but poor little Stephanie just looks mortified. That isn’t my plan at all, but honestly, I do wish the man would stop droning on and on. It would be different if we’d never even met before. That’s just simply not the case.
His gaze darts about the room before he extends his hand. “Miss, is there anything you would like to know?”
“Yes,” she barks out. “What about Brody?”
It’s my turn to frown now. “What about him?”
“I- He- I mean-. Never mind. There’s apparently nothing I need to know.”
“Very well.” He turns to me. “What would you like to know about Stephanie?”
A smirk tilts the edges of my lips as I move in a bit closer. “How do you really feel about being married to such an old man like myself?”
“Sir. That’s not the type of questions-”
I reach into my pocket and pull out another bill. Like the corrupt official he is, he takes it and remains silent.
“You said it yourself. You’re not all that old.”
“Wise answer. Now then, officiant, if you’ll marry us so we can be on our way.”
“Since we’ve had a lot of complaints about this not being a proper ceremony because of the lack of rings, we’ve decided to add it in. So, at this point in the ceremony, you will exchange the rings you picked out earlier.”
Stephanie’s fingers tremble as she fishes the band out from her bouquet. It will be very interesting to see what she’s chosen for me. Though I’m not privy to her selections, I’m sure she found a good one. A ring fit for a Rothsbourne.
The thick silver band looks solid and heavy. In the center, a ring of emeralds, the same shade as her eyes, twinkle under the lights. I couldn’t have picked better if I had been there in person.
“Very lovely choice, my bride. Here.” I extend my hand. “Slide it on me. Claim me as yours.”
Again, that light blush flushes her face, making my cock twitch behind the fabric of the expensive suit. Her fingers fumble a bit, and I reach out, clasping her arm to help her steady. It’s as if my touch alone melts away the anxiety I feel dripping off of her.
As I glance down at her small, delicate hands, I notice her ragged nails. Such an anxious, needy mess. Seems as if I haven’t done nearly enough to make her feel safe. No matter. All that will change once I fully claim her as mine.
Choosing to ignore the indiscretion, I smile down at my precious omega, doing my best to put her at ease. “Shall I show you yours?”
“Yes, please.” Her voice is so soft, so light and airy, as if she’s nearly breathless.
Digging into my pocket, I pull out a ring suited for a Rothsbourne. Though it’s not large and gaudy, the stones themselves make it worth millions. Though I had the option of choosing any of the rings they had there for free, I wanted something personal, something just for Stephanie.
Her gasp says it all. The way her eyes light up, shining as she takes in the emerald nestled among the diamonds, nearly takes my breath away. This is what makes all of it perfect.
Once the ring is on her finger, I hold her hand up to her eyes. “A perfect match. Who knew?”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “And it pairs so well with the one I picked out for you. A perfect match.”
“Indeed.” Turning to the officiant, I give him a wide grin. “Anything else?”
His face is drawn and pale, as if he can’t wait to be rid of us. “Mr. Rothsbourne and Miss Taylor. I now pronounce you husband and wife. Though you are not required to kiss, you may do so if you wish.”
“Oh,” I growl. “I wish.”
Before Stephanie has a chance to protest, I scoop her up into my arms and slide my lips over hers. She gasps, parting for me, allowing me to slip my tongue inside. This kiss isn’t some gentle lover’s kiss. It’s consuming, owning, branding.
She squirms beneath me but does not get away. Oh no. My little omega tries to get even closer, pressing herself against me as need washes over her, filling the room with her potent scent. I need to get her out of here. There’s enough Alphas in the room that I worry for her safety if she goes into heat right now.
“Are we done?”
“Yes,” the officiant says with a long-suffering sigh. “Go forth and be merry.”
Without wasting another second, I scoop Stephanie up in my arms and take her out of the chapel. Shouts of well wishes follow us in our wake as she burrows deeper into my chest. Anxiety pours off of her, nearly smothering me with its sickly, cloying scent.
When we get to the car, I shove her inside and wait for the driver to close us in before gathering her face in my hands and kissing her again. “God, Steph, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
She wrenches free and pulls back, her eyes wide with fear. “No. No, this is all wrong. It was supposed to be Brody at the end of the aisle.”
Frowning, I sit back in my seat and fiddle with the cufflinks at my wrist. “You honestly think he would make you happy? That you wouldn’t be begging for a divorce after the six months? No, my dear. This is a far better arrangement.”
“But… You… You didn’t tell me you got a text.”
“You didn’t tell me either. I suppose that makes us even.”
“None of this makes any sense.” She threads her hands through her hair and begins plucking out the pins. With each strand she releases, it falls down around her face, framing it ever so sweetly.
“It doesn’t?” I tease. “Not at all?”
Pausing, she looks down at her hand, studying the ring. “How did you know? No one is supposed to know.”
“And what makes you think I do?”
“The ring. How did you pick out a ring that matched my eyes if you thought you were marrying a stranger?”
“Dumb luck?”
She narrows her eyes. “You don’t leave anything to luck. I know that for a fact.”
A wolfish smile spreads over my face as I slide closer to her. “If you do indeed know that about me, then you know everything.”
“I- But that’s impossible. You can’t possibly be able to create a match. You’re not a matchmaker.”
“No. I am not. But I have friends who are.”
“So you orchestrated this? You planned this whole thing? What about Brody? Does this mean he’s marrying someone else?”
My heart squeezes for a moment as a flash of jealousy zips through me. “Does that thought make you sad? Are you truly so devastated that you’re with me instead of him? Tell me honestly, little Stephanie. Doesn’t some part of you love the fact that I’m your husband? That I can do whatever I want to you. Whenever I want to do it?”
At my words, her eyes dilate a touch, revealing her true feelings. Arousal perfumes the air even as she tries to scoot away. Not willing to be far apart from her, I snake out my hand and grab her wrist, tugging her over so I can put her on my lap.
Though she squirms, her fight feels half-hearted. It’s like she has to tell herself she at least tried and didn’t succumb to me. If that’s the game she wants to play, then I can certainly make it worth her while.
“Tell me, my pet. Did you put the thong on I gave you? I’m most anxious to see how your pretty pussy looks framed in French lace.”
“I have it on me…” she hedges, her face turning bright red.
“Then lift your dress and show me.”
“I- I can’t do that.”
“Cannot, or will not? The two are rather different.”
“I’m not wearing it.”
Everything stops for a moment. “Forgive me, my dear, but I believe you just said you directly defied me. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“I didn’t know it was you,” she wails, scooting even further away.
“That doesn’t matter to me in the slightest. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say part of you wanted this punishment. You were hoping it was me so I could give you what you really need, what you crave.”
“N- no. That’s not-”
“Are you really going to deny it? I can smell your arousal from here. Now come over here so Daddy can bare your bottom and give you the spanking you deserve.”
“This isn’t right. It isn’t-”
“Oh, baby. This is so fucking right it hurts. Don’t make me chase you. You won’t like it when I get a hold of you. Be my good girl and drape yourself over my lap.”
Moments tick by where she just sits and stares and me, barely blinking, barely moving. Eventually, she shuffles over. Millimeter by millimeter, she makes her way over until she’s sitting right next to me.
“That’s my good girl. So obedient. So compliant. Now then, shall I see what panties you’re wearing? Come, sweet girl, and put yourself over my lap. The sooner I discipline you, the sooner I can make all the hurt go away.”
“This isn’t right,” she murmurs, all signs of fighting leaching from her body.
“Your protestation is noted.”
With a hard yank, I pull her over. Fabric flies in my face, blinding me as I swat past it. Unable to help myself, a loud laugh rings through the car. “I might have to forbid you from wearing anything this voluminous ever again. I can’t even get to your ass.”
I bring her up so we can manage the mess together. Once it’s all gathered in the front, she lies back over, the billowing fabric nearly smothering her face. Instead of the white lacy thong I gave her to wear, she sports a pair of sensible cotton panties.
“What were you going to do on your wedding night with these? Jump into flannel pajamas and hope your groom didn’t touch you?”
“I was trying to be comfortable,” she says from the mass of fabrics, her voice muffled by the fluff.
“Well, that ends today. Where did you even get these? I know the panties I bought for you were a bit more scandalous.”
Stephanie pushes the poofy skirts down and glares at me. “You said to grab what was most important. My panties - my underwear - happen to be very important.”
“You do realize I’m going to get rid of all of these, don’t you?”
Her soft sigh barely reaches my ears. “Yes. I know.”
“Good girl. As long as we’re on the same page.” I don’t even give her another chance to second-guess anything. With a hard yank, I tug the ugly panties down, revealing her backside. “Spread your legs. I want to see my pussy.”
As I try to wrench her legs open, she gives a squeal of indignation. “It’s my pussy!” she cries out. “Not yours.”
“Oh no, my sweet little baby girl. From the moment I sealed our wedding with a kiss, every inch of you belonged to me.” I shove my fingers in between her thighs to cup her pussy as best as I can with her fighting me. “This is mine. Mine to tease, mine to torment, and mine to fuck whenever I feel like it.”
At my filthy words, more arousal drips from her body onto my fingers. “God, Steph, you’re so fucking wet for me.” I slip a finger into her tight pussy, groaning as she flutters around my thick digit. “I’m going to fuck you so good tonight, princess. Mark my words.”
Pulling out, I drag her slick up her ass crack and circle her back entrance. “You can’t do that!” she screeches, pulling forward until she almost lands headfirst on the floorboard.
“Oh?” I tease, easing just the tip in and out. “What part of I own every inch of you did you not understand? If I want to play with this naughty little asshole, I will. But please. Fight me. The more you fight, the harder I get. Don’t you feel my cock underneath you? You feel how hard I am. God, princess, what you do to me. You drive me nearly feral.”
“I can’t- You can’t- Please. I- I-”
“You will take what I give you, sweet girl. Just like the spankings. You will thank me for the pleasure I bestow upon you.”
“Please, not there!”
A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I pull away. “For now, I’ll abstain. But I will have this tight hole, Stephanie. Mark my words. Every inch of you will be defiled by my cum.”
She shudders underneath my hand, her arousal belying the words flying from her lips. My baby girl will be an anal slut yet. I’ll make sure of it.
“Tell me why I’m spanking you.”
She looks up at me, her face an amusing mix of arousal, irritation, and confusion. “Can’t you just spank me? Do we have to have a conversation first?”
“Ahhh. I want to make sure you know exactly why I’m displeased with you. Why, Stephanie.”
“Because I didn’t wear the thong you ordered me to wear.”
“That’s my good girl. Do try to brace yourself. These are going to hurt.”
Smack.
Before she can even process my words, I crash my hand against her upturned backside. It glows a cozy red for a moment before going back to her normal pale color.
“One. Thank you, Daddy,” she cries out without any prompting.
Such a good fucking baby girl for her daddy.
Smack.
Her whimpers turn into fevered moans as I spank the other cheek. Slick nearly pours from her pussy as I discipline her, whacking each ass cheek as hard as I think she can handle. Moans punctuate the air with each smack. She doesn’t even count anymore, but that’s fine with me.
Seeing her writhe on top of my lap as I paint her ass with my discipline turns me on so fucking much. My cock pulses as precum pumps out from my tip and smears across my abdomen. Groaning, I slide my fingers across her backside, reveling in the heat coming off her skin.
I tip her over and lay her down on the seat. The need to taste her overrides nearly all other irrational thoughts. My mouth waters as I drink in her heady scent, filling me with an insatiable hunger. Her eyes are dark, nearly completely black as I stare down at her.
“Ready for Daddy to make you feel good, baby?”